-Apato grinned, jogging in place- "Oohhh, you know, doing some things in my room, not being totally suspicious whatsoever!" -He'd grinned happily, nothing wrong here, no dark secrets in his mind or something-
Oh, good, it's always nice to know you're unsuspicious.
-Apato luaghs his signature jolty high-pitched squeaks-
Tigress, while stunned by the discovery of the smashing and feeling quite sorry for the unfortunate Mrs. Tottington and whatever family she may have, does not hesitate to venture to the body and inspect it. She measures the length and width of the cut the weapon left, trying to figure what it was exactly. She also bends down and peers at the illustrated piece of paper and picks it up -- but not without putting on a glove first. She doesn't want to cover any fingerprints that might have been left behind. She reads the poem at the bottom, lips moving as she reads.
While Tigress performs a closer examination on Mrs. Tottington, Leaf circles around the site and take as many pictures as she can to document the exact positions of the items found on the scene. She tries to hold back the Jay clones from cleaning and twitches nervously as she eyes the remaining guests with mild horror and suspicion. The photographer feels sick to the stomach, and the sweet chocolate taste from before is entirely forgotten.
Fuzzywig walks in, only to see the smashed body. He drops his bags, and comes to examine it before calling 911. No service. He thought some phone lines must be down.
-last edited on Oct 30, 2018 3:57:48 GMT by Deleted
Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2018 3:57:03 GMT
Eh, I'm gonna use someone else.
Name: Ella Kingston
Personality: Relatively cheerful and a bit clumsy, with a sarcastic, ironic sense of humor. She finds it hard to sit still and gets bored easily. However, she is also kind and compassionate.
Favorite color: Dark pink/light red, gray, dark blue
Occupation: College student, gymnast, aspiring hero
Appearance: Petite and average weight, with a fair-skinned, heart-shaped face painted with freckles. She has soft, slightly curved lips, hazel eyes and a slender, straight nose, and the overall appearance of a young, fairly attractive British girl. She wears her hair short, with long bangs swept to the side, her brown hair dyed with dark pink streaks. She tends to wear flannel shirts, long-sleeved tees or pullover sweaters with jeans, nothing too girly.
Backstory: Ella was born, raised and educated in middle-class London, leaving for America in her late teens to go to college. She grew up in an average community, though there was a bit more graffiti on the wall and houses being egged then your typical suburban cul-de-sac. Growing up somewhere suspicious gave her a desire to stand up for herself, and she managed to mostly avoid being picked on by the ruffians. Though she loves and misses England, she is glad to get away from her former home.
Skills: Talented gymnast, decent singer, can pack a surprising punch, good aim, can draw fairly well
What would be in your bags on vacation? Hygiene items, some books, probably her phone and charger, an extra pair of shoes, clothes of course, and maybe a small snack for the first few hours. Oh, and maybe a few small plushies.
Weapon of choice? A pistol, if she can get her hands on one. If not, maybe a knife.
How do you do under pressure? Surprisingly strong-willed, but usually quite fragile and sensitive behind that.
While Tigress performs a closer examination on Mrs. Tottington, Leaf circles around the site and take as many pictures as she can to document the exact positions of the items found on the scene. She tries to hold back the Jay clones from cleaning and twitches nervously as she eyes the remaining guests with mild horror and suspicion. The photographer feels sick to the stomach, and the sweet chocolate taste from before is entirely forgotten.
Fuzzywig walks in, only to see the smashed body. He drops his bags, and comes to examine it before calling 911. No service. He thought some phone lines must be down.
Snap, sorry I'm so scatterbrained sometimes. I forgot to tag you in the furthering of the game posts. My bad, lemme go fix that.
Personality: Relatively cheerful and a bit clumsy, with a sarcastic, ironic sense of humor. She finds it hard to sit still and gets bored easily. However, she is also kind and compassionate.
Favorite color: Dark pink/light red, gray, dark blue
Occupation: College student, gymnast, aspiring hero
Appearance: Petite and average weight, with a fair-skinned, heart-shaped face painted with freckles. She has soft, slightly curved lips, hazel eyes and a slender, straight nose, and the overall appearance of a young, fairly attractive British girl. She wears her hair short, with long bangs swept to the side, her brown hair dyed with dark pink streaks. She tends to wear flannel shirts, long-sleeved tees or pullover sweaters with jeans, nothing too girly.
Backstory: Ella was born, raised and educated in middle-class London, leaving for America in her late teens to go to college. She grew up in an average community, though there was a bit more graffiti on the wall and houses being egged then your typical suburban cul-de-sac. Growing up somewhere suspicious gave her a desire to stand up for herself, and she managed to mostly avoid being picked on by the ruffians. Though she loves and misses England, she is glad to get away from her former home.
Skills: Talented gymnast, decent singer, can pack a surprising punch, good aim, can draw fairly well
What would be in your bags on vacation? Hygiene items, some books, probably her phone and charger, an extra pair of shoes, clothes of course, and maybe a small snack for the first few hours. Oh, and maybe a few small plushies.
Weapon of choice? A pistol, if she can get her hands on one. If not, maybe a knife.
How do you do under pressure? Surprisingly strong-willed, but usually quite fragile and sensitive behind that.
-There, Apato was the first to respond, giving a good long hard look at the scene, only to say- "I got nothing..." -And just... stands there... menacingly... and watches what will happen-
Morning dawns again in the hotel, after a night the guests are hoping that the past unsettling events will fade into history. This is shockingly disproved when the guests come upon their friend from yesterday, MRS. TOTTINGTON!!! She is by the pool. She looks like she was smashed by some sort of sharp implement while she was sitting in one of the deck chairs. It obviously happened during the night. A slightly crumpled piece of paper was on the ground that had a drawing of a sunset but in many blue and purple shades with a short poem at the bottom, it looks as if it has been accidentally walked on. Also found in the nearby shrubs was a marshmallow. The guest are stunned by the sight as jayclones rush on the scene to try and get things back under control.
Steve finds the marshmallow and eats it. (Trying to get one of the jay’s attention) “Oh no! That marshmallow made me feel poisoned! I need one of the staff to help me! Ahh!”
Morning dawns again in the hotel, after a night the guests are hoping that the past unsettling events will fade into history. This is shockingly disproved when the guests come upon their friend from yesterday, MRS. TOTTINGTON!!! She is by the pool. She looks like she was smashed by some sort of sharp implement while she was sitting in one of the deck chairs. It obviously happened during the night. A slightly crumpled piece of paper was on the ground that had a drawing of a sunset but in many blue and purple shades with a short poem at the bottom, it looks as if it has been accidentally walked on. Also found in the nearby shrubs was a marshmallow. The guest are stunned by the sight as jayclones rush on the scene to try and get things back under control.
Essa Kryze Have I joined this round, or is this presently a new round?
Glad you brought that up, you can definitely be in this round if you wish. Are you still using a past bio? I did choose to continue the round that Jaypie had going (even though she wanted the next host to start over) so there won't be a new round till the smasher is caught. : )
Morning dawns again in the hotel, after a night the guests are hoping that the past unsettling events will fade into history. This is shockingly disproved when the guests come upon their friend from yesterday, MRS. TOTTINGTON!!! She is by the pool. She looks like she was smashed by some sort of sharp implement while she was sitting in one of the deck chairs. It obviously happened during the night. A slightly crumpled piece of paper was on the ground that had a drawing of a sunset but in many blue and purple shades with a short poem at the bottom, it looks as if it has been accidentally walked on. Also found in the nearby shrubs was a marshmallow. The guest are stunned by the sight as jayclones rush on the scene to try and get things back under control.
Steve finds the marshmallow and eats it. (Trying to get one of the jay’s attention) “Oh no! That marshmallow made me feel poisoned! I need one of the staff to help me! Ahh!”
One jay clone wanders over. Do you need medical aid sir?
-There, Apato was the first to respond, giving a good long hard look at the scene, only to say- "I got nothing..." -And just... stands there... menacingly... and watches what will happen-
-With nobody vasually looking at him, Apato attaches a note to the body and walks away back to his room, whistling, said note said; “BODY NOW OWNED UNDER MEDICAL CADAVER STUDIES, ASK NEAREST LOCAL DOCTOR”-
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My bad, lemme go fix that.![[y]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/WYWPH2VRo26pOFDid7QZ.png)
